When I walked into the room, I found something welcoming. I was in the tiny little forest which I call home. But something was different. "If this was my yard," I asked myself, "Then where is Camelthorn? Didn't I leave in the middle of yet another battle?" A voice echoed through my head.
"Remember you're in writers block," It whispered. "This looks like home because you want to be developed in a place like home."
"W-Who are you? And what are you doing here?"
"You are on your own now." The mysterious voice left just as quickly as it came. Suddenly, I noticed a rustling in the bushes. Slowly, Camelthorn Emerged!
"I knew we would meet again, my daughter," he chanted, "But I don't know why we were chosen to be here." Then out of nowhere, the beautiful flowers around me were all wilting. Because I am part flower, I felt as if I were dying as well.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Think about it. When your uncle gave us these powers, he used me for evil. While he tried to do it to you, your young heart was just too powerful for his hipnotism skills. So That determined out fate. And now it is my duty to destry your strong spirit and turn you over to the dark side!" Before I knew what was happening, weeds covered my entire body.. They were attaching to my veins, like weeds do to plant roots. No matter how hard I fought, the weeds just got tighter and tighter.
"This isn't over!" I was now so weak it took all my strength to utter this. As the weeds grew tighter and tighter, I got weaker and weaker. Eventually, I blacked out. Unconscious, I laid there, intertwined in weeds. I was sure this would be the end of me altogether.